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Cheryl Singleterry Poem
How much do I love thee, how shall I sweetly explain;
I need to see you, from your beautiful love, I would never wane.
Graze your fingers upon my body, set me ablaze;
I must have you now, stand not amazed.
Allow me to touch you, give me the indulgent sin;
For I beg you, take my sweet innocence, oh, worthiest of men.
I yearn for you, for love’s sensual taste;
Keep to slow motion tonight, make no haste.
For all we have now is dear sweet time;
My heaven shall be yours, pleasure shall be mine.
Allow this heavy moment, for you, my virtue, I abdicate;
Think not of morning, but of the passion, this night we’ll create.
Gently now, heave your passion upon me, my mortal body;
As though this gratifying ballet, be an unceasing melody.
I close my eyes, but not to replace a gorgeous face;
I dive into your embodiment of an intrinsic embrace.
So pleasing is this instant, a union in paradise;
Every moment of this night shall be immortalized.
In heavy breath, we succumb to advent flood tide;
With a sweet intoxicating kiss, a promise directly implied.
To love no other, so not to deflower;
The everlasting sovereignty of intimate power.
Copyright © Cheryl Singleterry | Year Posted 2006
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